He laughs at that. Like genuinely laughs. “You have no idea how I fucking hope that’s the case.” Wait, what? Who says something as fucked up like that? “But you know what? Until your Romeo shows up, I think you’ll find your betrayal was not worth it because, Mia what I’m going to do to you….” He whistles, stepping closer to where I am.
“You wouldn’t dare!” I whisper. “You won’t get away with it.”
“With the support I have in doing this, you have no fucking clue,” Sean jeers, then, he rips both sheets Kristine had covered me with off, revealing my very naked body back and he smirks. In almost a surreal, slow motion moment, I see him reach down and tug at my breast. “Hmm, your little body is making me fucking hard. I like that you keep your bits shaved and sleek, Ice Queen.”
In that moment, I feel so mortified, my tongue is tied for a hot second.
“Whatever you think you’re going to achieve here, you’ll fail!”
If I can’t save myself, I at least have to try and make him feel like a fool who can’t achieve anything. It’s not that hard to do anyway since he isn’t much of an achiever like his brother.
“Shut up!” he seethes, taking a step closer to me. “You have no idea what you’re talking about!”
I snap my jaw shut, feeling relieved that he finally stepped away from Kristine. So long as his focus is on me, she might be safe and hopefully she’s found a way out. After all, maybe she was close to finding an escape when Sean just barged in.
“Look at you, pathetic and at my mercy,” Sean says. “Let’s see if I fail in breaking you and that foul mouth. That defender-of-the-hopeless-pregnant-whore color doesn’t suit you. Cold-ass bitch is much better.”
I really want to keep my mouth shut. I really want to, but I’m me. I can’t hold my tongue on the best of days but now, I’m scared out of mind with what might happen to me in this slaughterhouse.
“Yeah, maybe,” I say, keeping my voice low and cutting. “But that nasty, disgusting shade of horse shit mixed with asshole vomit is just right for you.”
“You have a fucking mouth on you,” he snaps, anger lighting in his eyes. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I fire back, knowing damn well that if he so much as brings his pencil dick close, I’m going to rip it off with my teeth, even if it’s the last thing I do. “Everyone knows you can’t do anything without your brother. Where is he by the way?” I taunt, dropping my voice to mock him as I look around the warehouse, knowing damn well that he came in alone but just in case his idiot brother is close by, I’m hoping maybe I can reach out to Shane, appeal to his moronic, egocentric side that makes him think he’s bigger than he actually is.
But just in case it’s just this asshole alone, maybe Kristine and I can take him by surprise, beat his fucking ass up—though that plan is already flawed seeing as I can hardly move without an acute pain zapping through my system, threatening to take me out. I wouldn’t be much use to give the right ass-kicking he deserves and then procced to escape and so, it seems, is Kristine.
“Where’s your almost better brother, huh?” I taunt.
“I said shut the fuck up! I can do anything without my fucking brother!” Sean blows up, this time, the anger so clear and apparent that I almost gasp, but instead, I smile, locking in on the obvious insecurities.
Who would’ve fucking thought?
“Oh really?” I taunt. “I bet he was the one who planned this, after all, between the two of you there isn’t much of a brain but hey, everyone knows he’s much better than you in every way.”
“Shut up!”
“Shane is a better football player.” No, he isn’t. “He’s more popular.” That’s subjective. “And more than that, you already know that you’re nothing without your brother. That plan you had to blow up Julian, I bet that was your brother’s idea and you and your pea-sized brain just went along with it because you’re—”
I see the blow headed my way before I feel it’s sting.
My head whips to the right by impact and immediately, I can taste the blood flooding in my mouth as tears sting my eyes at the pain that immediately morphs into rippling waves of agony.
I smell the blood again, my vision blurring once again.
“I told you to fucking shut up!” Sean shouts over me. Through blurry eyes, I see him take out something from his back pocket and then steps closer to me. “It seems I need to give you a little demonstration on what’s going to happen to you.”
The clear things in his hands become clear when I see him go to the foot of the bed. He holds out the cable ties and waves them in my face. “You think you can just say anything you want, that you can do anything and incite disobedience because you’re Fitzgerald’s whore? Just you fucking wait and see how I’m going to fuck you up.”
Before I can try to move away or jump off the bed and run, he has both my legs in his hands.
My skin prickles in the worst way when he touches me. A shudder rolls through me and I feel like retching. I start kicking and fighting like a banshee from hell. He growls in anger, but I don’t stop.
With a burst of energy, I manage to make contact with some part of his body, hard, and when he roars in pain with one hand covering his face, I realize that I kicked him in the eye.
I don’t even have a moment to feel triumph at that. Sean rises up almost immediately and then from somewhere, he grabs a rubber looking pipe and then looking me in the eyes, he pulls back and…
“Oh God, no!”
He beats me with it. Over and over again.
I’m screaming, thrashing wildly on the bed, trying to escape the hard, punishing lashes as they come down my body, but I can’t move far.
He managed to tie one leg to the rusty iron legs of the bed, but he doesn’t stop.
“Please, stop!” I hear someone cry.
I hear howl of screams, unending and long.
I hear the sound of the pipe as it slices through the air before it makes contact with my body.
I hear it all until it feels like I’m having an out of body experience.
I’m aware of my body being abused. I’m aware that I’m the one begging, screaming, crying, moving around the rusty, old bed as he whips me harder and harder.
I feel my soul’s shattering into a billion pieces that don’t make sense. A part of me dying as the flames of life in me simmer down into ash.
And through that, the monster doesn’t stop. In fact, he seems to be enjoying my pain in a way that’s sickening.
Bile rises up my throat, but I don’t have a candle of hope in containing it. Flipping onto my stomach, I try to get to the side of the bed, but I don’t make it as my jaw snaps open and a torrent of vomit comes rushing out.
“Yes, you disgusting bitch, not so tough and talkative now, are you?” he laughs above me, and my soul is shattered.
I keep retching, like my insides want out. I can feel my heart pounding and I know I’m on the verge of unconsciousness, but I fight to stay awake, not wanting him to do something else to my body.
There’s vomit on the bed and before I can move away from it, Sean stops and then comes closer and leans over. I see blood trickling down his face, his right eye closed shut as it swells up into a nasty black eye.